Derek gives a little huff of laughter. "That is such bullshit. There is absolutely such a thing as stupid questions," he points out with a smirk, looking over at her. "Teachers say that garbage so that the stupid people don't feel so stupid. Even though they're stupid."

...tell us how you really feel, Derek.

"I haven't met a whole lot of them," Derek admits. "A handful at my troubleshooting station, but I don't think they were Specials. And this woman Felicity this morning who spilled coffee down the front of me. And now you," he says with a little shrug. "So far, everyone seems okay, but I don't really know anyone well enough to say anything other than that the people don't seem half bad, yet," he admits.

He watches her as she turns on her side and again that thought that he should be able to ease some of her physical pain crops up and it frustrates him enough for him to shut it back down almost immediately. "We'd probably get more information faster if we did," he offers. Derek's eyes move to the clock on the wall. "...we'll talk in more detail tomorrow, though, because I feel like trying to start a conversation like that tonight is just asking for it to be interrupted with the sleeping gas."